 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1816 - 242 psl.
...air To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady's cheek — There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances...Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky. She folded her arms beneath her cloak, And stole to the other side of... | |
 | 1816 - 658 psl.
...air To move away the ringlet curl There is not wind enough to twirl From the lovely lady's cheek.— The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances...Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky. Hush, beating heart of Christabel! Jesu, Maria, shield her well! She... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1816 - 82 psl.
...air To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady's cheek — There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, aud hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky. Hush, beating heart of Christabel!... | |
 | 1816 - 592 psl.
...the lovely lady's cheekThere is not wind enough to twirl • The one red leaf, the last of its clanj That dances as often as dance it can Hanging so light, and hanging so high, Ou the top.most twig that looks up to the bky." The groan proves to have come from a distressed damsel... | |
 | Samuel Greatheed, Daniel Parken, Theophilus Williams, Josiah Conder, Thomas Price, Jonathan Edwards Ryland, Edwin Paxton Hood - 1816 - 678 psl.
...away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady's cheek — There ii not wind enough to twirl The one fed leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Haaging so light, and hanging to high, Ob the topmost twig that looks up at the sky. Hush, beating... | |
 | 1816 - 676 psl.
...ringlet curl From the lovely lady's cheekThere is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the lust of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging to light, and hanging so high, On the topmost ttang that looks up at the *fcy.f'— p. 6. Can any thing... | |
 | 1820 - 774 psl.
...the lovely lady's cheek — There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its dan, That dances as often as dance it can. Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky. Hush, beating heart of Christabel! Jesu, Maria, shield her well ! She... | |
 | 1820 - 784 psl.
...the air To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady's cheekThere is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances...Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky. Hush, beating heart of Christabel! Jesu, Maria, shield her well ! She... | |
 | 1822 - 492 psl.
...lava stream through the darker tide. All nature was in harmony : There was not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf the last of its clan, That dances...Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky. And while " in glorious sympathy with suns that set", we felt the softness... | |
 | Thomas Medwin - 1824 - 372 psl.
...you think of the picture of an English Oc" tober day ? " m " ' There is not wind enough to twirl " The one red leaf, the last of its clan, " That dances as long as dance it can, " Hanging so light, and hanging so high, " On the topmost twig that looks up... | |
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There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky. 
